[well! here they are. in a large group, locked down for the next couple of hours.
this is the worst deja vu.
she at least has enough tact not to ask "so who do we think is going to die tonight?" ... but she is definitely wondering it.
for now, though, she just observed all of you who went on a cyoa with concern. haze, meanwhile, is feeling a little more social; while the djinni sits on her shoulder, it does make a little trilling noise and waves at everyone.]
[She nearly says something about at least having each other but that hadn't helped any of the deceased last week. Rosamund holds for a moment.]
Like, it's nice that we've got so many good snacks along with us, but we're also sorely lacking in entertainment. Did you bring an instrument with you?
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this is the worst deja vu.
she at least has enough tact not to ask "so who do we think is going to die tonight?" ... but she is definitely wondering it.
for now, though, she just observed all of you who went on a cyoa with concern. haze, meanwhile, is feeling a little more social; while the djinni sits on her shoulder, it does make a little trilling noise and waves at everyone.]
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her expression softens a little bit as she glances over at him.]
...I know we knew this was coming but it still doesn't feel very good, being locked in.
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...I hope everyone else made plans to be somewhere comfortable.
[imagine everyone else just dying of hunger because they got locked in somewhere with no food during hunger week.]
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[ weirdos ]
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[especially if they might have to admit to it in a trial.
she hopes there's not another trial.]
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A hot chocolate in a paper cup slides over Sheba's way, gently nudged there by dainty, scarred fingers.]
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she looks down at the hot cocoa with a bit of surprise before picking it up and sipping from the cup.]
...mm. Thank you, Rosamund.
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[She smiles. Wonderful, she's not deep in the dumps yet.]
It's hard to stay warm on this drafty old ship. Even when there's so many of us stuck in here together. Are you doing all right?
[Again...]
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[...]
How are you holding up?
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[She nearly says something about at least having each other but that hadn't helped any of the deceased last week. Rosamund holds for a moment.]
Like, it's nice that we've got so many good snacks along with us, but we're also sorely lacking in entertainment. Did you bring an instrument with you?